Psst: It’s probably the plastic container…
I’ve decided to embed a backstory regarding the three houses I dreamed about three times when I was mostly in my teens and early 20s. I asked Gab AI to generate images of those three houses. After much trial and error I decided that this is an acceptable facsimile of the first house that I dreamed about. Especially accurate is the color, the black roof, the white trim, the stately porch and the hedges out front. It doesn’t have the keyhole attic window and the house itself was narrower. But I suppose a question for you is if you saw a house like this in a dream three times (growing up and being raised exclusively in America), and then encountered the house in real life, where in the USA would you expect to find it?
Aoratos mentioned a recurring dream regarding a certain gate which had julie mentioning recurring dreams many years ago. This led me to think about the three houses dreams I had. I have found the first two houses in real life, in 2020 and 2021.
When I was in my late teens and early 20s I kept dream journals and had a series of three dreams each about three different houses. The first one I named the haunted house: It was dark blue with a colonial style and a white ornate keyhole covering for what was the attic. It had a large wooden front porch and a small red barn behind it. I never went inside the house in my dreams of it I believed the house was very haunted and had a sense of foreboding on seeing it. In real life I looked for the house on my road trips. I always imagined I'd find the house in some small town off a state route, perhaps in Ohio, or Iowa, or somewhere East Coast. I thought maybe it was in North Carolina or Maryland or Massachussetts.
In 2020 in Las Vegas while on a food delivery around sunset I was looking for an address on the East side of town when I passed the blue house from my dreams exactly. It was for sale and did not look occupied. Even though it was very stately and renovated I could feel an awesome sense of foreboding just looking at it. It felt every bit as haunted as it had in my dreams like a hundred souls were crying out inside. The house looked completely out of place in the desert. Las Vegas is the last place in America I would have ever thought to look for it, but I knew it immediately and instinctively was the haunted blue house from my dreams. The East side of Vegas is an anything goes type of area, where multimillion dollar mansions with panaramic views of the Strip exist only a mile away from trailors on cinderblocks, but the dark blue paint and black roof were sure to be fried in the beating desert sun. The steep pitched roof would have been fitting for a climate with a lot of rain and especially snow, which Las Vegas has neither of, and the hedges and plants out front were a thirsty variety that would have taken a lot of water to maintain. The house did indeed have a small red barn in the back and the area is zoned for horses. All I could guess is that some New England transplant had custom built it to feel more at home in the desert.
The second home from my dreams was quite different. It was a one story red brick house with a low pitched asphalt roof that appeared to be caving in. It was unkempt and vines sprouted through loose floorboards on the front stoop. In my dreams an old man stayed there out front in a rocking chair. He was longing for his dead wife. In real life I thought that it looked like countless unkept and soon to be demolished houses around the Detroit area and I looked for it in driving around those places.
In 2021 in Phuket I decided to take a drive to Naithong Beach (not to be confused with Nai Yang beach, which we often go to) with my husband and daughter. The area looked like a ghost town, having not even begun to recover from Covid restrictions. On the way back my husband remembered that he had some friend who stayed with his parents nearby and he wanted to visit him. We came to a fork in the road and Ka couldn’t remember if they lived off the high road that led into the hillside or the low road that went into the plains, so we went into a local shop at the fork and he inquired in Thai language if the shop owner knew so and so. She knew the family a bit, she told Ka, and knew they lived off of the lower road. The shop owner asked my husband if he knew that his friend’s mother had tragically died the year before. Ka did not know that.
My husband drove on the low road past some fields of water buffalo and coconut trees. He was recognizing the area and slowed down and pulled in front of the house his friend lived in. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. It was the second house from my dreams.
I couldn’t believe this house, with its red brick material and caving in asphalt roof, was in Thailand. Although those are not unheard of building materials here they are both very uncommon, as most Thais build with either metal or plastic sheet roofs and much more commonly use cinderblocks or wood for walls. The front stoop was some basic slabs of wood with vines poking out, which were of a type that would have looked more at home on a trellis in New Hampshire. Not a single coconut tree or banana tree or tropical anything gave away the location. There was no rocking chair out front, but I could sense the old man.
The house was abandoned looking. Ka called in for his friend. The wooden front door was near coming off of the hinges. I knew then.
A man across the street was pulling his truck out of the driveway and Ka stopped to inquire about his friend. The man sadly explained that there had been a tragic car accident a few months before. Both my husband’s friend and his father had died in the accident. My husband was upset about this for days. The old man had indeed missed his wife.
I haven’t found the third house in real life. Now I seriously wonder where in the world I would find it.
The third house in my dreams was the only one in which I entered. It was a yellow wooden farmhouse set against a field of grain, with railroad tracks running behind it. It was neither sterile yet haunted nor falling apart. A children's tricycle was on the front porch and the family: a man, his wife and three children, invited me inside and offered me a guest bedroom to stay in upstairs. There was a patchwork quilt on the small bed and I could see the railroad tracks from the window. It felt like Nebraska, or Iowa, or Kansas. I definitely always thought this one was in the great plains United States.
But who knows? It could be in New York, or Ecuador, or Northern Thailand…
Have you ever encountered something in real life that you saw in your dreams?
To sleep, per chance I dream again…
The Tytler cycle is quite similar to the 'bad times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, weak men create bad times' cycle (or something like)...
I had the good fortune to study dream interpretation with Edger Cayces right hand assistant.
Because our dreams come from our subconscious, they are all about us.
Every person we dream about is an amalgamation of people we have known with a personality aspect that we have adopted.
There are many common themes and dreaming about houses is one of them. Typically dreaming about the various rooms in a house represents the various aspects of the dreamers body.
Yes, dreams can help us to learn about ourselves, but we need to remember that everything is symbolic, not literal.
Cayce preferred to interpret in person. More can be derived that way. But I'm going to take a chance and try to do a little interpretation over the internet.
Dreaming about the exterior of a house could relate to some aspect of how you view yourself or how you feel others view you. Keep in mind symbology, not reality. The house in Vegas may have something to do with how you view yourself in the US, or how you think others see you, and the one in Thailand with how you see yourself or how you think Thai people see you. The old man is just some aspect of your subconscious that relates to this view.
The one you went inside would likely have to do with your body. It would be too much of a stretch for me to speculate on that... but you could. Bedroom may have something to do with sleep or sleep mechanisms or more complex issues.